When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

thomas when...

He dreams about you

After the grievers attacked on the Glade, Thomas stabbed his thigh with the Griever serum and slipped into unconsciousness.

You were sitting with him in the Slammer. His chest rising and falling peacefully. You stroked back some of his hair, admiring his features.

You had a crush on him ever since he came up in the Box, but you knew that you had to focus on the strange things that were happening in Glade when he arrived.

His eyes fluttered open slowly and you smiled. Relief washed over you as your eyes connected with his beautiful brown ones.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked looking down at him.

He looked at you differently. Like no one has ever looked at you before. It looked like he was admiring you, like he was remembering you.

He quickly sprang up from your lap and moved closer to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked cautiously backing away from him. "I've had dreams. I've dreamed every night since I came up in the Box. And they're all of you," He said looking deep into your eyes.

"Me?" You raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you. You and me. Us, together. And now I know why," He nodded.

"I knew you before the Maze, Y/N. We were best friends since we were kids and eventually it grew into more."

"Are you saying," you gulped, "that we were together before this?" He nodded his head rapidly. "The dreams I've had of you, they weren't just dreams. They were memories. I knew it ever since I first saw you, I knew there was something between us."